Chapter 35

I realized that Dean was headed towards Bobby's as the day dawned with a harsh light. Dean pulled the sun – visor down in front of his eyes to help shield the glare while Sam slid in his seat as he dozed off. Dean glanced over at his brother and continued driving.

"You don't want to find somewhere to pull over or a motel?" I asked.

He looked at me in the rearview mirror. "No," he said.

"What's wrong?" I pressed.

"We'll talk later," he answered.

I nodded and settled back into the seat. Dean pressed the accelerator and I knew that he didn't particularly want to go to sleep, because of what he would see when he closed his eyes.

Dean's head began to nod after a few hours. Sam was still fast asleep and he pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"Want me to drive?" I asked.

Dean shot me a withering look.

"I've driven this car before," I protested.

He rubbed his eyes and stared at his brother for a moment. He opened the car door and hopped out pulling open my door at the same time.

"All right," he muttered. "But don't…"

"Damage your baby?" I offered.

"Exactly," he nodded as he put me in the driver's seat and closed door before he climbed into the backseat. He stretched out and I spun in the seat, reached over, and touched his temple. He was asleep within seconds and it was a dreamless sleep so he would actually get some rest. I turned and glanced over at Sam, I touched his temple as well, and he settled deeper into sleep.

I put the car into drive and continued in the direction of Bobby's. I got there quickly, pushing the car with my abilities and pulled up to the house. I stared at the two of them still sleeping and then the front door opened. Bobby strode out of the house and his expression was thunderous. I got out of the car and stood before him.

"Are they all right?" he demanded.

"Yes," I assured him. "They're both sleeping."

"That's not normal Kelsey," Bobby scowled.

"They need it," I replied.

"People are looking for Travis," Bobby huffed. "They said that he told them that he was going to get the boys to help him with a job."

I stared at Bobby for moment.

"Ah damn it!" Bobby swore. "We can't keep losing people."

"It was Travis' doing," I told him. "He wanted them to kill a rougouru for him. But then he didn't wait for them to do the job."

"The idiot went and provoked the situation," Bobby grunted. "Travis is one stubborn son of a bitch."

"I remember," I nodded. "Once he had his mind made up, that was it. I was surprised that he got along with John."

"He didn't," Bobby gritted. "In fact, he loved Sam and Dean."

"I warned him," I shook my head. "I told him that they had lost too many people already."

"Travis had something that he carried with him," Bobby sighed.

"It was this," I replied. "It was this rougouru. He had allowed it to escape 30 years ago, while it was still in his mother's womb."

Bobby's eyebrow shot up.

I turned back to the car and stared at them asleep in the car. I was tempted to leave asleep, but at some point, they had to be awake and face the reality of the nightmare that they were in.

"So they killed it," Bobby stated.

"Yes," I nodded. "But there isn't any getting around the final cost of it."

"No," Bobby shook his head. "So you plan on waking them up?"

"Meh," I replied.

Bobby chortled with laughter. "You've been around humans too long."

"That too," I agreed. "All right, let me go wake them up. I better feed them too."

"That's always a good idea," Bobby added.

I made a face at him and walked back to the car. I opened the front passenger door and scratched Sam's nose. He jerked awake and blinked at me several times.

"Kelsey?" he sniffed. "Where's Dean?"

"He's in the back asleep," I told him. "I'll go wake him up."

Sam stretched as I reached over and tapped Dean's cheek. His eyes snapped open but he was only slightly puzzled.

"Kelsey," he groaned.

"Yes?" I answered.

"Where are we?" he demanded.

"Bobby's," I replied as I hopped out of the car and walked back to the house.

I entered the house and headed for the kitchen. I began searching for food things and had a pot on the stove working by the time the others got inside the house.

"That smells good Kelsey," Bobby said.

"Yes," Sam agreed. "I'm starving."

"It's no wonder with how long she had us asleep," Dean muttered.

"Thank you would be appropriate," Bobby intoned.

I turned to see Dean grimace slightly but he nodded at me.

"Go clean up," I told them. "The both of you weren't exactly in good shape when we left Carthage."

"I'd love to hear about Travis," Bobby said quietly.

"The rougouru ate him," Dean stated baldly.

"That I figured," Bobby nodded. "But you can tell me the rest after you both clean up. You know where everything is."

Sam and Dean exchanged looks but headed to get their things and get themselves clean. I fixed Bobby with a hard stare.

"What?" he asked.

"That's what I want to know," I retorted.

"They've been through too much," Bobby shrugged.

"You haven't heard the rest of it," I smiled.

"What?" Bobby sighed.

"Did you ever hear of Samuel and Deana Campbell?" I asked him.

"They were hunters," Bobby replied. "They were killed on the job. The whole family has been reclusive."

"They were Sam and Dean's grandparents," I said gently.

"What?" Bobby's hand gripped the counter.

"I didn't know," I shook my head.

"How?" Bobby demanded.

"When they were killed, I never looked for the daughter, Mary," I whispered. "She'd wanted out of the life of a hunter."

"So you figured that if she had escaped," Bobby nodded.

"She'd lost her parents," I sighed. "And it's not our way to force people away from their choices."

"Who killed them?" Bobby closed his eyes.

"You know who killed them," I said.

"Damn it!" Bobby swore. "They know?"

"Yes," I stirred the pot.

Bobby stormed out of the kitchen and I heard the back door slam in his wake. I finished cooking and turned as both Sam and Dean entered the kitchen quietly. Dean looked at me for a moment and then rolled his eyes. I shrugged at him.

"What?" Sam demanded.

"She told Bobby about our grandparents," Dean said.

"So?" Sam frowned.

"So," I sighed. "Bobby is now aware of the amount of manipulation that was involved with you."
"I was going to tell him," Dean said.

"I wasn't sure," I looked at him.

Dean studied me for a moment. "We're family."

"Yes," Sam nodded.

The door opened and shut as Bobby's shoes trod hard on the floor. He stopped and stared at the three of us.

"So," he rubbed his jaw. "Sam and Dean come from hunters. Their mother was a hunter and that yellow eyed son of a bitch wiped out members of the family."

"Pretty much," Dean's shoulders slumped.

"Let's eat," Bobby said. "It'll help us deal with this better."

"Oh?" Sam arched an eyebrow.

"We're in the middle of a war, where we don't know the whole score," Bobby snarled. "We can't afford any more stupid mistakes."

"Like Travis," I sighed.

"Yes," Bobby grunted. "I could throttle him for this. We're running out of people who can help us."

"Well," Dean shrugged. "There's always the angels."

Bobby reached for the plates and began to help himself, the others followed suit, while perched on the back of a chair.

"Sit like a normal person Kelsey," Bobby grunted.

I glared at him, but sat in the seat like a normal person. Dean chuckled at us.

"What?" I asked.

"It's just good that some things don't change," he answered.

I rolled my eyes at him and Sam chuckled as well.

"Well," Bobby sighed. "So we've got to figure out what old yellow eyes was up to?"
"Pretty much," Dean nodded. "The angels don't know either. Well that's what Castiel says."

"Azazel kept his plan close to him," I mused. "It's a good way to ensure that it succeeds."

"That's what I was thinking," Bobby said.

"So what now?" I asked.

"Now," Dean said. "We figure out what Azazel's plan is and try to stop Lilith from breaking more seals."

"Oh," Sam laughed. "Nothing hard at all."